17    Question Authority.

24/F    A lead role in a cage.

The stars    20 something year old, in love with the moon and the universe. xoxo Sandoval Find me on #Instagram @poetrysandoval

20/F/Hyderabad, India    Aesthete. Yad Bhavam, Tad Bhavathi !

25/M/India    Figuring poetry out

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18/M/Idaho   

43/F/West Africa    Started writing when I was 14, Things made me realize "I enjoy to write for myself". ....began my journey. Wrote countless numbers, din't save any...!! …

55/M/London    Teacher, poet, writer and sailor. Lived in the UK since I was 12. What else? Loved and lost, and won, and lost again, and will …

where we are    little could I imagine then that poetry would pick me at all, especially to write of words in dialects I don’t speak, but imaging their …

20/F/Sydney    Less of a person, more a collection of thoughts.

36/M/from ‘round, outback    right here waiting for you

36/F/Texas   

33/Other/wherever sin is aborning   

**at your own peril** dare to vex provoke, antagonize, exasperate that is what my words will do they won't irritate or annoy, bug you or …

“Thank god for my bad memory. I've forgotten some of the stupid things that I've done. I've come to a little wisdom, through a whole …

Space.    Immortal.

how oft in life do we presume, take for granted grants so extra-ordinary that we forget to remember the extra and see only the ordinary. …

<> ?What good is to be a King when you cannot lead, what good is to be a shepard when the flock dying, what good …

22/F    Texas for sure, a girl, a woman, a mystery, a buzzard and an eagle

35/F/Cotswolds    “There’s doubt in trying. Just do it or stop thinking.” TOBA BETA, MASTER OF STUPIDITY Poems about the anxiety of writing poems. All poems ©EllePoet

with the aid of smoke, all clear, and this absurdity, strikes me as normal...

tween the heart and NYC    only love poems +other complaints; “that poetry hath chosen me, if correct, woe-betide me, this be more curse than blessing, for the secrecy of love …

when I login, my truths insist, all the rest is vanity; so you see the writing comes hard, but the knees promise with every step …